A Curtain of Darkness
Your sudden advent at my home
Wearing smiles at your pink face,
That was glittering like minarets of joy
In a lovely autumn day,
Was a matter to remember.
You were chatting
Laughing and yelling
Like a king fisher
In a distant lake
Your jokes and words
Were wet
Like harlot’s vulva.
Your heart-felt efforts to remove
The curtain of darkness
From my visage
Was a matter of satisfaction
But everything seemed a mockery
Over my sad plight
Your every effort proved
Owe fully vain
Clouds didn’t remove
After frequent rain.
Shakil Ahmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well arranged verse love it